Chapter Eighty-Seven: Never Lose My Love

The day after the 86_86624 accident, Lin Fengyu rushed from Chengdu to Wuxi.

At school, Lin Fengyu was the only one who knew that Fang Fang and Xiao Changhe had boarded the plane to get married. In a sense, Lin Fengyu is Fang Fang's only friend who is willing to share joy and pain. Therefore, when Fang Fang got the "red book", he immediately called Lin Fengyu.

When Fang Fang finally calmed down and she had to accept the news of Xiao Changhe's sacrifice, she told Lin Fengyu the bad news.

Lin Fengyu didn't say a word, and rushed to Wuxi by plane.

When Lin Fengyu arrived, Fang Fang sat quietly on the bed, and in front of her bed sat two female cadres in military uniforms.

After only one night's work, Fang Fang's changes were amazing. Her cheeks were emaciated, and her face had lost its former radiance; Her eyes were red and swollen, and her gaze was glazed. It was as if her spirit had been drained by some kind of force, and now it was as if all that was left was the walking dead.

Seeing Lin Fengyu, Fang Fang's chapped lips moved, and her voice was so hoarse that even she couldn't hear what she was saying.

Lin Fengyu didn't say anything, just walked up to her and gently held her head in his arms.

The families of the martyrs have been taken to the army one after another, and mournful and earnest cries are often heard in the guest house.

The director of the political department came to find out what the family members wanted from the organization, and when he arrived at Fang Fang's room, Fang Fang was silent for a while.

"He applied for an apartment to be our new house, which was our home, and he promised to take me home after the flight. Now, I want to go and spend the night in that house, and I want to make it our cave house. Fang Fang said to Director Cui.

"Is that all?" Director Cui asked in surprise.

"That's all." Fang Fang's voice was a little ethereal.

Family home, Xiao Changhe's apartment application.

Fang Fang sat on the large bed, the bed was covered with red sheets, there were red pillows and pink quilts at the head of the bed, the window glass of the room was pasted with the big red word "Xi", the room was pulled with ribbons, and two big red candles were lit on the table, the candlelight was flickering, as if full of joy.

Lin Fengyu painted light makeup on Fang Fang's face, and her dry face showed anger again.

There was no one else in the room.

"I'm not going to do anything irrational, don't worry, I just want to stay here for the night." Fang Fang said.

She wanted to say that it was only a few hours away, and this was their cave room, and she passed by her happiness.

But she didn't say it.

She wanted to say that when she lost it, she realized how much she wanted to feel his vast mind up close, how much she wanted to discuss with him his lofty ideals.

But she didn't say it.

Well, all the wishes, are left for tonight.

Xiao Changhe's portrait was placed on the table, and she stared at Xiao Changhe's portrait.

He was dressed in a beautiful flight suit and was majestic and tall. His eyebrows were raised, the corners of his mouth were slightly upturned, and he seemed to be smiling, as if everything was under his control.

His voice echoed in her ears.

"A bright future is in my heart!" He said confidently.

"The deceased is like this, and he is reluctant to give up day and night...", he said with pretended emotion.

"I'll tell you a secret, I like!" He said affectionately.

"I am willing to marry Fang Fang as my wife, accompany each other for life, share the joys and sorrows, the sea is dry and rotten, and I will never lose each other!" He said categorically.

"If we give birth to a girl, we will call it a doll!" He said expectantly.

His voice seemed to echo all around, but why can't I see you?

How much Fang Fang hoped that he would disappear this time, or would he come back in a while like the time he gave up his life on the cliff of Mount Emei?

Sacrifice Cliff.

The Buddha's light disappeared, and the clouds and mist swept in again, drowning the two of them in a blink of an eye.

The fog was so thick that I could barely see my fingers.

Xiao Changhe suddenly screamed. Fang Fang was taken aback and touched the guardrail, but the place where Xiao Changhe was standing just now was empty.

Did he fall?

Fang Fang shouted Xiao Changhe's name loudly, but no one answered.

Fang Fang groped in the boundless clouds and mist for a while, but couldn't find Xiao Changhe, he fell!

Fang Fang groped around with her hands outstretched and cried at the same time.

Suddenly, she touched his hand. With a strong force, he pulled her into his arms.

He ignored Fang Fang's tears and punches and kicks, and just sighed faintly.

"If one day, I mean if, you really can't find me, you can't be like this." Xiao Changhe said softly.

"You go to the end of the cape, and I can find you! Since I have decided to love you, I will follow you for the rest of my life, and you can't hide from you! ”

Xiao Changhe lifted Fang Fang's face. Through the flowing mist, Fang Fang saw that his eyes seemed to be shrouded in mist.

"As wives of Air Force pilots, they have to be strong, because their husbands are in this business and they will always face sacrifices. They only have to be strong enough to let us fight without worry. He stared into Fang Fang's eyes and paused, "Can you promise me?" If one day you can't find me, you have to face life bravely! ”

Fang Fang hugged Xiao Changhe tightly, as if he would really disappear suddenly.

"I promise you, be a brave woman! If I can't find you, I... Face life with courage! She choked up.

The clouds and mist dissipated again, and the distant mountains and trees gradually became clear.

The night breeze blew, and the big red word of joy swished in the night wind.

"If I love you, I will never leave you first, and let you suffer the pain of losing your loved one!" She looked him in the eye silently.

The red candle crackled, and the candle tears slowly flowed down, like tears of sadness.

It was as if she heard a crisp cracking sound coming from within her, like glass cracking in the bitter cold wind.

Some wounds, once formed, have no chance of recovery in this life.

The next day, she quietly attended the memorial service, quietly followed the crowd to the martyrs' cemetery, and quietly attended the funeral of the martyrs.

In the afternoon, she and Lin Fengyu got on a plane to Chengdu.

As the wife of a martyr, the army gave her a pension of 300,000 yuan.

Before boarding the plane, she handed the check for 300,000 yuan to Xiao Changhe's gray-haired parents. She has her own hands, and they are old, have lost their only son, and they need money to support themselves.

The plane roared into the blue sky.

Fang Fang looked down from the window and saw that the lakes below were densely packed, sparkling in the sun.

"I promise you, be a brave woman, if I can't find you, I will face life bravely!" She said to Xiao Changhe in her heart, and also said to herself.

Farewell, Gangnam.

Farewell, my love.

Farewell, my love.

She knew that she would go on a date with someone else in the future.

She will marry a man in due course.

She will have one or two children.

She will do her duty as a wife and a mother.

It's just that all this has nothing to do with love.

Two months later, the troops gradually returned to normalcy.

The army, Ben inevitably sacrificed. It is the tradition of this army to bury the bodies of their comrades, step on the blood of martyrs, and continue to move forward. Besides, the task is heavy, and they don't have much time to grieve.

One day, when Mo Huaiwen inspected the fence outside the tarmac, he found that a filament was gone after shaking in the sun, and he was curious, so he searched carefully. The effort paid off, and he found a strange filament, which quickly became the same color as his skin when he put it on his hand, and when he put it on a leaf, it quickly turned green. Wherever you put it, it quickly turns the color of its surroundings, making it almost impossible to spot.

Mo Huaiwen felt very strange, and he kept the filament in a small box.

Three weeks later, Mo Huaiwen was discharged from the army, and he took off his military uniform and returned to his hometown